Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.